Even if you are kidnapped, you have to fall in love!

Struggling chaotically between memory and reality, I finally fell asleep.

After an indeterminate amount of time, someone roughly pulled me out of the trunk and threw me over my shoulder like a sack.When I was walking, the man's shoulder kept pushing against my stomach, forcing me to retch all the time.

Under such circumstances, time passed at an unbearably slow pace, and by the time the group stopped amidst the babble of Vietnamese, I was almost delirious.

The person who carried me left his companion and came to a slightly secluded place, and then I heard a "creak" push on the door, and my body was thrown to the ground.

My back hit the cold and rough concrete, and my internal organs were sore from the shock. I wanted to cough but couldn't. My eyes were red and I almost squeezed out a few drops of normal saline.

The Vietnamese casually threw the moldy quilt on the bed to me, snorted coldly and slammed the door away.

Although the quilt smelled weird, it was very heavy, and I felt very uncomfortable under it, so I took a breath and squirmed a few times, exposing my head.During the period, the wound on the back of my head accidentally knocked on the ground, the pain made me suffocate, and my mind instantly swiped the screen back and forth with "Fuck!"

After curling up for a long time, his eyes finally focused.

This is a simple house made of wooden boards, so flimsy that it will collapse when blown.There was nothing in the room except mud and strange dark brown marks, and it was drafty everywhere, exuding a damp musty smell.

I glanced at the brown things, silently hypnotizing myself, pretending not to smell the lingering rust smell in the muddy smell.

Looking around the room with the mottled moonlight leaking through the gaps in the planks, I saw a black shadow huddled in the corner, motionless, but clearly in the shape of a person.

I was startled immediately, my heart beat uncontrollably, and I made up countless different versions of corpses in a second, one after another in horror.I swallowed my saliva and forced myself to look over calmly.

... Nima can't see clearly at all! ! !

For the first time in my life, I became envious of my bedmate's eyesight of [-]. I deeply regretted that I never did eye exercises seriously.

The body is the capital of the revolution, the older generation said it well!

I froze for a long while, still uneasy, fear and curiosity scratching my liver and lungs.In the end, I turned my heart around, closed my eyes and rolled up the quilt, and rolled towards the black shadow, but I couldn't control my strength well, and happened to bump into it.As soon as I trembled, I quickly buried my head and pretended to be an ostrich, with the urge to burst into tears.

Can I get any worse? !Can! ?

My heart was roaring, and I suddenly felt the black shadow move, and my mind froze immediately.

Lean, lean, lean—alive! ! !

—Wait... alive?

The creepy feeling of madness quickly turned into the excitement of "Finally found the organization!" and the subtle relief of "It turns out that I am not the only one who is unlucky...".

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked up.

I can tell that it is a fairly young man, who seems to be a few years older than me. His hair is disheveled, his bangs almost cover his eyes, his clothes are so tattered that he can't see his original appearance at all, his body is covered in mud, but he is not tied up.

I was overjoyed and snorted a few times to signal him to remove the tape from my mouth.

The young man didn't respond.

I was anxious, and squirmed and bumped into him, but unfortunately he was so shameless that he didn't even move, and the old monk hugged his knees in a daze like in a trance.I gritted my teeth with hatred, and stared at him for a while, then cheekily raised my head and rubbed against the back of his hand.

The young man's hands were on his knees. When I got closer, I realized that the index and middle fingers of his right hand were very long, about one knuckle longer than a normal person's. The skin where there was no mud was extremely pale.

Just as I felt that this feature was a little familiar and planned to recall it, I was shocked by the temperature on my cheek that was as cold as a dead person.

The young man's fingertips were faintly purple, and I could tell how cold he was just by looking at him.

Nonsense, is it not cold to squat in the mountains with hanging rags in winter?

I was so annoyed by his attitude that I yelled, "Forget it if you freeze to death!" I was about to roll away, but I froze suddenly.

The young man was trembling.

The almost imperceptible trembling was transmitted to his face through his ice-like hands, and even my anger was completely shaken.

I looked up and met the young man's eyes hidden behind his bangs.

Very pure black, very deep and deep, like a bottomless swamp, giving people the illusion that if you fall into it, you won't be able to get out.It's a pity that it's all in a trance, with dull eyes and no spirit.

I looked at it and felt a little soft-hearted. I was about to move to his side and shake half of the quilt to him, but the fingers on my cheeks suddenly moved.

The young man didn't look at me, he groped unconsciously to the edge of the tape and stopped.

I quickly turned my head to remind him of the direction of force, and then with a "chi", the tape was torn off.I burst into tears from the pain, gasped hissingly, my mouth was numb for a long time, and I couldn't utter a word. It took me a long time to say in a hoarse voice: "That... this little brother, why don't you help me?" Shall I untie the rope too?"

The young man still didn't respond, I thought for a while, put my hands tied behind my back to his, and touched him awkwardly.

After waiting for a while, my arm almost twisted, and he raised his hand, and with a light movement, the rope fell down.Gritting my teeth, I moved my wrist and untied the rope on my foot.

Enduring the pain all over my body, I took a breath, and barely moved a few times to lean against the wooden wall next to the young man. Worried about whether the house would collapse, I patted his shoulder, pulled him a little, and pulled the quilt Wrap both of them in.

The young man leaned over according to his strength, obediently following my movements.

Both of them were curled up, close together, I looked at the dry and cracked mud on his face, I seemed to be very uncomfortable, hesitated for a while and moved my hand to help him clean it.

After I got it done, I was a little dazed.

Staring at the young man's so good pale skin and the kind of weak and pitiful little appearance with slightly lowered eyes, I don't know why, and a sentence flashed in my mind:

This sister, I have seen before.

...Damn it really burned badly.

I silently turned my face away, and after a while, I couldn't bear the silence, so I turned back and tried to communicate with him.

"Hey, what's your name, bro?"

Well still no response.

I was speechless for a while, thought for a while, took his hand and wrote stroke by stroke in the palm of my hand:

first name.

The young man remained motionless, in a trance, only his pupils trembled slightly.I sighed, smiled at him, and said, "Forget it, I'll just call you brother."

I coughed twice, exhaled, and continued.

"My name is Wu Xie."

His fingers moved slowly and earnestly on his palm, branding two simple words.

Wu, Xie.

The mouth is Tianwu, and the teeth and ears are evil.

The young man's palm twitched sensitively, and he clenched my hand tightly like a conditioned reflex, holding the two words firmly.

I froze for a moment, and tried to pull it out, only to find that the force did not move at all.

After tossing and tossing for so long, my spirit has really reached its limit, and I can't care about the awkwardness of this movement, so I tilted my body and fell on his shoulder.

In a daze, I calculated the possibility of running away with the young man because I was out of breath after two steps, and I completely gave up.

It seemed that the group of Vietnamese didn't want to kill people to silence them, so let's just wait for the third uncle to come and save them.

The young man seemed to lower his head a little, and his chin touched my forehead.

Tsk, the silent oil bottle.

In the middle of the night, there are insects singing one after another in the mountains, which is joyful and peaceful.That's it, I fell asleep.